Finding out I was pretty was a very nice realisation.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I didn't quite believe I was pretty for a long time. I never thought about it.
I didn't grow up thinking I was pretty; there was always a prettier girl than me. So I learned to be smart and tried to be funny and develop the inside of me, because I felt like that's what I had.
I'm not a pretty boy who came to town and burst out of the gate, which is a good thing, because if I was, I probably wouldn't have been good enough then. I probably wouldn't have lasted. So I was very lucky not to be pretty.
I'd so much rather people think I was funny than pretty.
I was never pretty, never really popular. I was lanky and funny looking.
I was never pretty enough to be the pretty girl and I was never quirky enough to be the quirky girl. Boys didn't look at me in high school and think I was the pretty girl.
I wasn't a pretty girl. I was six feet tall at 15, you know.
I was born and raised in a small village, and I didn't even think I was especially pretty.
I didn't consider myself to be pretty, not at all.
I was lucky not to have been born pretty.